Hello people. I apologize since it has been a while that I've updated a story, so here is this, my next multi-chapter story. So this month I'm doing the NanoWrimo and at the same time a seperate story idea popped into my head at the same time. So I have the NanoWrimo and this one that you are about to check out. I'm going to try to keep the updates consistent, so wish me luck and I hope you guys enjoy.
-Shadoword

Her life was one filled with memories. Good, bad, enjoyable, regrettable, and those that left scars. But when an accident occurs Zara finds herself surrounded by people who claim to be friends and family, when all she sees are strangers. Now her friends are bent on making her remember, regaining the memories that made her into the Zara that they knew. But the journey won't be an easy one, and she isn't sure if she wants to remember the things of her past.

If I stay it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life.

Hasan was a wreck as he stood in the waiting room, finding himself unable to sit down as his sister was unconscious in the emergency room. They said she had a concussion after her car door caved in on her, and it was possible that there would be brain trauma. What the hell does that mean? Is she going to be alright? Can they fix it? These type of questions were rushing through his head and he didn't know how to even take them on. It was bad enough his parents-

He paused mid step, his raven black hair falling in front of his eyes as he took a deep breath, hastily wiping at his eyes. He couldn't think about them now. That was the past, albeit a very recent past, but he needed to focus on Zara now, right now she was the one who needed him. His pacing resumed, before he heard his name being called in the distance. Spinning around he saw one of his close friends, Axel, run up to him with Zexion, both Zara's and his friend, in tow. "Hasan? What the hell happened?" Axel asked as the tall man came to a stop. Axel was twenty, Hasan's age and going to his same college, while Zexion was a year older than Zara and going to their school as well. "Dude, you look like shit." He said, noticing his friend's almost panicked look.

"Why are we at the hospital?" Zexion asked, much more calmer than the redhead as he stood with his arms crossed and slated blue hair falling in front of one of his eyes. All he had been told was to meet Hasan at the hospital immediately, no other explanation was given but knowing the duo, he had immediately complied.

"Guys- There was - Zara, she's-" Suddenly all the words that had been running through his mind disappeared, and he had absolutely no idea what to say.

"Dude! Is Z alright?" Axel asked hurriedly, using his nickname for his sister.

Finally he said the four words that explained the situation as a whole. "There's been an accident." For once in his life, Axel was speechless, but as soon as the doctor started for the trio Axel found his voice again, even though Hasan beat him to it. "How is she?" He asked hurriedly.

The doctor, an older man with a pair of spectacles in front of his eyes, glanced at the other two. "Are these two also family?"

"We're her brothers too, now what's wrong with Zara?" Axel demanded, causing the doctor to raise his eyebrows as he studied the absolutely no resemblance between the trio. "It's OK, they can know." Hasan said, wanted the man to just hurry up.

"Alright." He agreed, sighing as he studied the chart in his hand. "Mr. Alozza, physically, your sister is in a lot better shape than I would have expected. She's going to be sore for the next few weeks to come and maybe a few scars from the cuts, but other than that her body will be fine."

Zexion wasn't stupid. "You said physically, what is the problem?"

"We found immense brain trauma from the car door caving in on your sister, we were able to stop the bleeding but we can't find out any more details until she wakes up." Hasan felt like he had just been stabbed.

"B-brain trauma? What does that mean?" He asked uncertainly.

"Well, it could mean a variety of things, but most likely it would be," He cleared his throat. "Memory loss is the most popular injury to result from it." The way the redhead looked about ready to rip him to shreds didn't give him any comfort, and the cold glare from the blue haired boy wasn't helping either. The only one who looked normal was the girl's biological brother.

"How long?" He whispered.

"Mr. Alozza, we don't know for sure if she has the memory loss or not, there is still a chance-"

"If she has it. How long?" Axel growled.

"It could vary from a few hours to a few days, maybe weeks, she may never get her memory back, we can't really know." He answered truthfully.

His little sister, the one who he spent his entire life living with and could easily dub one of his closest friends, may not remember the memories they shared together, the jokes they shared, or all the days that she kept him from going insane.

"When can we see her?"

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It was dark, an eternal blackness that was devoid of any color, any emotion, any life. It would have been depressing to others, maddening to some, but to her, it was calming, serene, it made her feel relaxed. This feeling, the one of this calming state, it was nice, it felt different. She really couldn't remember when was the last time she felt that way, was that a bad thing? Maybe, she didn't know, and right now she probably could care less if it did mean anything. The fleeting feeling of happiness floated through her before the darkness took hold of it, and she was once again just floating throughout the endless void, seeing nothing and not minding it at all.

Suddenly that peaceful feeling was stripped away from her, and replaced by annoyance as an aching came from the void, and no matter how hard she tried to block it out, it wouldn't go away. She didn't want that feeling, she wanted the other one, but it wouldn't leave her alone.

The small aching feeling grew, and with it was accompanied by one of helplessness as it intensified and she found there being nothing more but the searing pain. She wanted to cry out, to lash out and attack it head on, to make it go away. But she couldn't, all she could do was float in the pain and despair and silently pray that it would stop.

XXXXXX

Hasan had been talking with Axel and Zexion, all three of them trying to figure out what plan of action they were going to take depending on Zara felt when she woke up. The entire time the older brother couldn't tear his eyes from the limp girl lying in the bed, the mantra of Please don't forget. running through his mind even as he spoke other words to his friends.

A small whimper came from the bed and his eyes snapped up to her face, his normally strong and sarcastic sister looking weak and vulnerable as the small sound escaped her lips. "Zara?" He whispered, putting one of his larger hands on hers smaller one. "Sis?"

Her breathing became slightly deeper and he watched with happiness as her blue eyes opened slowly, revealing the glassy orbs underneath and a small tear escaping the corner to run down the side of her face. Zara never cried, why was she crying?

This small and personal fact made him worry and he let her eyes wonder some before they came to rest on him, also taking in the sight of Axel and Zexion behind him were were absolutely quiet. "Hey Zara, how are you feeling?"

She looked at him for a moment before his worst nightmare came to life as she brought her hand away from his. "Do I know you?"

XXXXXX

The girl stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face completely emotionless as she looked at the person she saw there. The midnight blue eyes dully studied the pure white hair that fell all the way down to her lower back. Her figure was on the thinner side, but she could see the defined muscles in her arms that was covered by a shirt a few sizes to big for her, carefully falling off of one shoulder to rest on her upper arm. Her features were only slightly narrow as her pale skin was reflected by the soft bathroom light.

But what she was really focusing on was the cuts and bruises that rested on her soft skin. Along her hairline she could see the few stitches that if she moved her hair would easily cover them. The bruises were already fading into the darker colors while the cuts weren't to deep but enough to be cautious with when stretching. Without looking she knew they covered her entire body, she could feel the soreness and slight stinging that came with having them.

The teenager tilted her head slightly, and her hair fell in front of her face to hide the stitches. The smallest of frowns came over her features and her voice was soft, almost fragile as she spoke, watching the stranger in the mirror mimic her actions. "Who are you?"

XXXXXX

My favorite food is enchilada's, favorite music is just about everything except country. My favorite color is smoky gray and I enjoy being surrounded by nature, which would explain why I love my bedroom patio that rests just above the garden. I stay up late at night because I'm more comfortable in the darkness, and I have a fascination with the variety of weapons that have been used throughout history up to and including the 21st century.

That is what I know. This is what they told me.

My name is Zada Alozza. I'm seventeen years old and a junior attending Destiny Islands High school/College. I have an older brother named Hasan Alozza who is three years older than me. I have my drivers license, a job at the local library I apparently love, and am an assistant coach at the local training center for wrestling.

That is what they told me, but the only problem with that is I don't remember any of it.

My name is Zada Alozza, and apparently this is my story.